My cell phone rang earlier this morning. I didn’t recognize the number, but could identify the area code. It was the area code of an out-of-town friend that Z-D was meeting for an early breakfast.
Thinking that the call might be from that friend who was lost or something, I answered my phone. This is unusual because I rarely respond to a number that I don’t know. However, this time I did and the conversation went something like this:
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Male voice: Hello! I’m looking for John.
Me, realizing that this wasn’t our friend: I’m sorry but there is no John here.
*sound of me laughing out loud at what I’d heard myself say*
Male voice: What? What did you say?
Me, figuring that this was a fun phone prank: There. is. no. John. here.
*sound of me giggling because I’m so mature and all*
Male voice: Oh… I’m sorry to have bothered you, ma’am. I guess I have the wrong number. Good-bye.
Me, sadly deflated that this hadn’t been a prank call: No problem. Good-bye.
*sound of me sighing that such a good set-up had gone for naught*
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Kind of makes you wonder, doesn’t it? Is anybody listening to what they’re saying? It’s such a pity to waste a good *guffaw* when you stumble over one. Yet that poor man on the phone– so serious.